Bad news, kids: I'm writing this post directly into Blogger. That means my illustrious co-worker is not here, allowing me to blog openly without having to copy and paste from Word. The bad news part is that I'm going to be able to do this for the forseeable future; ICW has been canned.
I know, I'm as torn up about it as you are, and I'm making every effort to avoid having this sound even the least bit sarcastic in writing. She didn't need this right now. You are all aware of the shit she's been going through, well, her whole life, and it kills me to see her take another hit like this. Actually, one of my first thoughts upon hearing the news (they waited until Friday evening to tell her by phone) was that I kind of wish it had been me instead. Now, when the higher-ups decided to cut a position and passed the call down to my boss, I was the absolute last one of the three people in this position she was going to fire. To be honest, I'm smarter, more productive, and show up on time every day. The problem is (and they really should know this) I'm too good for this job. I will be leaving, hopefully sooner rather than later. They fired the wrong person. ICW was very happy to have a good, steady job like this and was planning on keeping it for as long as she could. I couldn't give a shit about this job (though the people really are nice and I appreciate the opportunity to earn a paycheck). I'm planning on leaving as soon as I can anyway, and yet she gets the axe. Now that I think of it that way, I feel like I stole her job from her and I'm just going to throw it away.
Oh well. It wasn't my decision, but really they should have booted the most (read: way over) qualified person and kept the one who is interested in making this a long-term situation.
She'll be okay, though. She's working another job as a tax preparer right now and her dad's been living with her, so she's not alone. I'm disappointed, though, that I won't get to keep hearing each daily installment of the continuing saga of ICW and sharing it here. It's too quiet in this office right now. Her phone isn't even ringing. I'll have to give her a call and keep in touch via e-mail, or something. I'd volunteer to take her the stuff from her desk, but I rode my bike today.